I waited patiently at the window I waited for the sun to tire itself out For the rains to pass For the clouds to scatter I waited for the sharp claw of cold To grip my little world And all this time I made the window My only work of art. I waited for her, … Continue reading She Is Wearing White
Have you seen a beautiful woman rushing past you, her hair waving goodbye, her skirt flapping about her like wings? Was not time doing her a great injustice? Was not time mocking you? Time undressed her of you. Time did to her everything he wanted to. * Image: Original watercolor painting (c) AntigoniArtGallery
As he lay there in the garden Idling away time, The voice in his head bubbled and foamed... It goaded him to get up, To roll up his sleeves and do this or that. To make with his hands things that others could touch. "I am everything already," he said to himself. "I don't need … Continue reading The Voice In His Head
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